"Ahhh, so that's how it is." Marda's face was flushed and trembled. She bowed deeply to Qingji, Simonetta and the dragon girl of big and small. "I'm sorry that I judge people by my appearance. You are all heroes who protect human history. I'm so offensive, I'm very sorry!"
"Heroes of human history... I feel that idols are more suitable for me." Elizabeth sniffed her face and said with a smile, "And there is no need for you to apologize."
Kiyohime stuck to Fujimaru Rika for some reason, and Fujimaru Rika could not even shake it off, Mashu was a little wary.
Camilla didn't say anything. She had no concern for her vampire identity for a long time, but was a little angry at the inexplicable charge of slaughtering a girl.
Camilla and Elizabeth are two periods of one person, two sides.
Have the same memory, but have completely different views and different attitudes towards the other person.
Elizabeth knew that it was her future, full of sympathy and lamentation, but absolutely refused to be Camilla.
Camilla, on the other hand, is prone to loneliness of innocence and a child, disdainful Elizabeth, who is a child, looks down on her and expresses her disgust.
Joan of Arc's eyes shone with light, and he grabbed Marda's hands: "Miss Marda, you are so shining that I can't help but yearn for it!"
"Ah? Alas?" Marda was a little stunned by the enthusiastic Joan of Arc.
"Ahhh, I forgot to introduce myself. My real name is Joan of Arc." Realizing his misconduct, Joan of Arc blushed and took a step back, imitating Lawrence and saluted.
"I have a completely different personality from the black one. I know you, the French Save Saint, who is loved by God like me, Joan of Arc, is very happy to meet you and become a partner on this occasion." Marda's every move was full of gentleness, after all, he was a Saint.
"Yeah!" Joan of Arc looked very happy.
Marda sighed.
It is precisely because we can think about it and remember more. How did such a holy and determined lady be polluted by the black and become a demon who slaughtered the whole of France?
Fujimaru Rika came over: "How is it, Miss Marda, if there is still something uncomfortable, please ask Miss Lawrence to help you."
"Ah, no, Lord, I feel very good now, but Tarask cannot recover for the time being, so I cannot carry you. I'm very sorry." Marda accepted the fact that his Lord's change was very natural and was very happy.
"Summon Tarask." Lawrence smiled, "My real name is Lawrence, a doctor, and conceptual healing is also useful for summoning creatures."
"Really! Ahem...that's great, please trouble you, Miss Lawrence." Marda stood up excitedly, then seemed to feel a little out of control, and then returned to the gentle saint from that happy look.
Found a clearing, Marda summoned his rider's mount, the son of Leviathan, and the armored dragon Tarask.
Although Tarask recovered slightly because Marda's spiritual foundation was repaired, he still lay on the ground in a sluggish manner. The carapace like a turtle behind him had huge cracks. It was the tearing effect caused by Mary's treasure. As a character of the magic type, Tarask was not strong enough to fight against the treasure of liberation.
Lawrence touched Tarask, who seemed to be a big turtle: "Although this cannot completely cure you, it will be a little better."
The magic condensed a small bottle of gem potion in Lawrence's palm, and she fell to Tarask's wound.
This medical magic treatment that belongs to Lawrence is very effective, but it is only good. Moreover, continuous drinking in a short period of time cannot produce a healing effect.
The carapace on Tarask's back healed, and wounds on his limbs and tail disappeared.
Its size is not very large. From the appearance, its tail is only two or three people long, and its length is basically the body cavity, with a small proportion of head and tail, and it is full of width, really like a big turtle with a wild beast's head.
"Thank you, the doctor who cured me." Tarask thanked Lawrence quite politely.
"It's the same front now, no thanks." Lawrence patted the shell behind Tarask.
Simonetta seemed to have not had a very smart head because of the Beater [Crazy] relationship, but he was very naughty and had already climbed on Tarask's back to play.
"Miss Marda is worthy of being a saint who can make the evil dragon good." Mathus smiled at this warm scene.
Marda was a little shy and scratched the back of her head: "Oh hehe, no, it's all the love given by God..."
"Miss Marda, you just said that although you were forcibly exerted in Orleans, you still have a little rationality," Fujimaru Rika asked.
"It's like this. We hope to understand some information from the enemy so that it can facilitate the formulation of future strategies." Roman's voice came, and a small light screen appeared with a kind smile.
Marda, who was summoned to this point and knew the current situation, naturally nodded: "I understand."
She found a wall to sit down and looked at Fujimaru Rika seriously: "The information I mentioned next may damage your confidence."
"No." Fujimaru Takika answered quickly and firmly.
Marda smiled softly: "Good answer."
She returned to seriousness: "In fact, the strength of Joan of Arc as a servant is not invincible, it is still the strength within the rules."
"But, in her hands, she holds the Holy Grail and uses the large number of summoning servants to serve her."
"The saber, Dion; the lancer, now the lynji has been twisted into berserker Vlad III; the archer, Atalante; the saber caster, Jill de Ray, the four followers are still serving Joan of Arc."
"In addition, I am already here, rider Marda, Miss Assassin Camilla, and the berserker who has been fused into the magic dragon as materials. I'm sorry I didn't know his real name, but it should be a servant related to the dragon."
"For the second summoning, Joan of Black Arc summoned the three riders, and it was amazing that they were all assassin's vocational introduction."
"The one you just killed is the Phantom of the Theater. Yes, the real name is the Phantom of the Theater. In addition, the Knights of the Round Table, which has already left the stage, and the famous French executioner, Charles Henry Sanson."
"As for the terrifying dragon, it should be Fafner before fusing to that berserker."
Chapter completed!